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William Blake - My Pretty Rose Tree
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A flower was offered to me,
   Such a flower as May never bore;
 But I said "I`ve a pretty rose tree,"
   And I passed the sweet flower o`er.
 
 Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
   To tend her by day and by night;
 But my rose turned away with jealousy,
   And her thorns were my only delight.
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